I disappeared for awhile, because I’m not ok. I’m taking a higher dose of my anti-depressant (Effexor) again, after dropping to my pre-pregnancy dose in August. I finally admitted that I had gone too far when it was clear that I didn’t want to get out of bed, even after an awful migraine had passed. Yes, I do think there is a correlation between dropping my anti-depressant dose and hormonal migraines returning — there’s been some research about SSRIs helping women who experience severe PMS, so I’m guessing there’s something like that going on, here.
I don’t have the energy to write a full post, right now. I just have to keep writing, in this space, or it becomes even more difficult to start up again. I think that all I can do is wait for the new dose to kick in, but I’m between psychiatrists right now. I can’t get in to see the new one until October 9th. I’m not even sure how to get refills on my prescriptions. In the meantime, I’m finding joy in the little things.
Walt is growing so fast – he will be TWO next month! And he’s got a new word, or ten, every day. He tells little stories in nouns. “Walk! … Dada! … Iss!” means that he went on a walk with Dada and Lewis, our dog. Sometimes, he comes into the house after a trip to the Best Place Ever, aka the daycare at the gym, already saying “Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!” He’s just so excited about life. I soak it up and get lots of hugs.